I finally updated this fic! And guess what, I’m not going to abandon this baby EVER. I’ve just been busy with work and grad school.
Enjoy!
I finally updated this fic! And guess what, I’m not going to abandon this baby EVER. I’ve just been busy with work and grad school.
Enjoy!
otp sparring: nice
otp sparring until one of them has a back to the wall and a blade at their throat: excellent
the other person dropping their weapon and the otp is k i s s i n g:
I WILL LIFT THIS TABLE AND FLI P IT
Btw, Chapter 7 of Fallen Angel is in the Works.
Phew, finally finished the chapter! Enjoy 🙂
Excerpt:
His ward turned, setting the bag down on their small table and hopped up onto the small kitchen counter. Bucky noticed that he didn’t kick his legs like he normally would and his posture was stiff. He knew he was going to have to address Steve’s increased self-consciousness sooner rather than later but before he could think of anything soothing to say, Steve looked over and warned, “Watch your feathers near the radiator, you know that thing has a mind of its own.”
The angel snapped his wings tight against his back. They were thankfully no longer molting, thanks to the gentle care both he and his ward had put into the feathers new and old. It was probably the fastest molt he’d gone through in his entire life, including the time when he’d gotten struck by a warlock’s lightning powers. The memory made him shiver and he grinned up at Steve, “Please never electrocute me.”
Steve cocked his head, eyes intent on Bucky’s. “You’re going to have to tell me that story.”
Bucky and Steve lying side by side in Prospect Park, staring up at the sky and star gazing.
Bucky seeing a shooting star and telling Steve to make a wish.
Steve going quiet for a few seconds and then murmuring, “Okay. Did it.”
Bucky asking Steve what he wished for and Steve turning over to look at him. He seems nervous, but has that bullheaded determination in his eyes that Bucky’s always been able to remember, even when he forgot everything else.
“Courage,” Steve finally says.
Bucky asks, “For what?”
Steve takes a quick breath and answers, “For this,” and then leans in and kisses him.
Bucky smiling when Steve finally pulls away and telling him, “I guess that whole shooting star thing works. Both our wishes came true.”
I have several scenes/snippets of scene from Fallen Angel written, and who so I decide to torture with them?
Sorry loveddearle, but you can probably hear my cackling from over here.
Does anyone else want to see one?
Thank you everyone for reading this fic. I know it’s been a couple of weeks since the last update, but I promise I’m still working on it!
Chapter 4 is up!